His physician having recommended a visit to Italy, Captain Basil Hall employed his influence to obtain for him a passage in the Barham frigate, then commissioned for a voyage to Malta, and upon this occasion, his departure for the Mediterranean, he added those remarkable farewell words to the 4th series of Tales of My Landlord; the last he was ever to address to his countrymen, and too truly prophetic of the destiny that awaited him.

Setting sail from Portsmouth on the 27th October, he reached Malta, visited Naples, proceeded to Rome, where, feeling that his lamp of life was flickering to its wane, he resolved upon returning to his native country while he retained bodily strength sufficient for the undertaking. The voyage to London was speedily and successfully accomplished; and if the kindness of affection could have alleviated suffering, his continuance there might be considered a suspension of his consuming malady. He felt, however, in his latest moments the same love of country that characterized his youth, and which he had himself so beautifully expressed

"Breathes there a man with soul so dead,

Who never to himself hath said,

This is my own, my native land;

Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd,
As home his footsteps he had turn'd,
From wandering in a foreign land?"

He quitted London on the 7th July, reached Newhaven on the 9th, whence he was conveyed to his native city, and after two days of rest removed to Abbotsford. When within sight of the creation of his fancy, he could hardly be restrained from rising in the carriage to catch a well-known view; but after he had reached his home, nature was exhausted, and he neither knew nor remembered any one except his friend Laidlaw, whose hand he warmly shook, murmuring, “Now I know that I am at Abbotsford." The inroads of decay after this became rapid; mortification set in in several parts of his body; and on the 21st of September, at half-past one in the afternoon, the author of Waverley expired without a sigh. On the 26th of the same month, his mortal remains, attended by his sorrowing family and friends, including upwards of 300 gentlemen from various parts of the country, were removed to the ruined abbey of Dryburgh, and deposited within the consecrated area appropriated originally as the burying-place of the Halyburtons of Merton, of whom Sir Walter's paternal grandfather was a descendant. On few such melancholy occasions was more real sorrow evinced. The affectionate father, the kind master, the benevolent friend, was followed to the tomb of his ancestors by his sorrowing countrymen, borne to its sad precincts by his grateful servants, and laid in the grave by the hands of his children. What father, master, or benevolent member of a Christian com

munity, does not hope that "his last end may be like his." The eldest son of the poet, (Major, Sir Walter Scott,) succeeded to the inheritance of the greatest name, perhaps, that was ever known in Scotland.

SCOTLAND,

AND

THE WAVERLEY NOVELS.

THE PASS OF BALLY-BROUGH.

"THIS is the pass of Bally-Brough, which was kept in former times by ten of the clan of Donnochie against a hundred of the Low Country carles."

The group of figures in the foreground consists of Waverley "making an excursion into the Highlands, whose dusky barrier of mountains had excited a wish to penetrate beyond them," conducted by Evan Dhu Maccombich, an ambassador from Fergus Mac Ivor his master, to the Baron of Bradwardine, touching the lost cattle. The individual carl occupying the rock that hangs over the brook, was a stout dark young man of low stature, the ample folds of whose plaid added to the appearance of strength which his person exhibited. The short kilt, or petticoat, shewed his sinewy and clean-made limbs, the goat-skin purse flanked by the usual defences, a dirk and steel-wrought pistol, hung before him; his bonnet had a short feather, which indicated his claim to be treated as a Duinhé-wassel (sort of gentleman,) a broad-sword dangled by his side, a target hung upon his shoulder, and a long Spanish fowling-piece occupied one of his hands. The other figures are a gamekeeper and two wild Highlanders, one bearing on his shoulder a Lochaber-axe, (a hatchet with a hook at the back fixed on the end of a pole,) the other armed with a long ducking-gun. This martial escort was not necessary for the safety of the visiter, it was merely a guard of honour, after the manner of the Highland chiefs, as Evan fully explained by his reply to Waverley. "Ah, if you Saxon Duinhé-wassel, i.e. English gentleman, saw but the chief with his tail on!" meaning his usual followers. The hero of Waverley, induced by curiosity, and urged by his host, the Baron of Bradwardine, set out from Tully Veolan on a tour of discovery and recovery to the Den of Donald Bean Lean, a sort of Highland Cacus, in search of the baron's stolen cows, and their way is represented as lying through the sublime pass of Bally-Brough. In the most gloomy spot of the defile Evan makes a display of his powers of vision, and amongst other things kens an eagle: "See, there is an earn, which you Southrons call an eagle; you have no such bird as that in England; he is going to fetch his supper from the Laird of Bradwardine's braes, but I'll send a slug after him."

It might gratify curiosity to point out the exact locality of the scenes here alluded to by the author, the seat of Tully Veolan, the pass of Bally-Brough, and the hold of the Highland robber. The first is applicable to many, but peculiar to no individual mansion. The delighted imagination of the readers of Waverley determined to establish an identity the author never meant, and applied the description first to Warrender-house, upon Burntsfield Links; secondly, to Old Ravelston, the seat of the Keith family; also, to the House of Dean, near Edinburgh, as well as to that of Grandtully. The garden of Ravelston corresponds exactly with the description given of that at Tully Veolan. To this list of originals, with which the author was made acquainted, have been added Craig Crook Castle, (the seat of Francis Jeffrey, Esq.,) which is in the " Pepperbox Style" of Bradwardine mansion and Traquair House, a close representation in all respects.

It is a matter of as much difficulty to determine upon an original portrait for the Baron Bradwardine, as to say which was his actual mansion; a deep-rooted suspicion, however, attaches to Alexander, Lord of Pitsligo, Aberdeenshire, a man highly beloved and esteemed by his countrymen, and whose erring judgment led many respectable gentlemen into the fatal consequences of espousing the cause of the exiled prince. This amiable, patriotic, and popular man assembled 150 well-mounted gentlemen around his banner, and at the fatal termination of the contest escaped to France: the supporters of his lordship's arms were bears-animals held in much esteem by the Baron of Bradwardine.

The adventure of the cattle, (or one precisely similar,) which occasioned the visit to the cave of Donald Bean Lean, Waverley's destination in Bally-Brough, occurred to the grandfather of the present speaker of the House of Commons. When Mr. Abercromby, of Tullibody, settled in Stirlingshire, his cattle were frequently driven off by Rob Roy or his followers; and, finding less remonstrance vain, he actually visited the chieftain in his cave, as Waverley is said to have done to Donald. He was courteously received, treated with collops from his own cattle, and dismissed with the most entire safety, having been persuaded to agree to the future payment of a small black mail.

If the author had any precise mountain glen in his "mind's eye," when he described the Pass of Bally-Brough, his picture is such an exact copy of a dark defile in the wild vale of Glencoe, that, in conjunction with popular opinion, we have concluded this gloomy spot must have been his original. Let the description be compared with our illustration, which is faithful to nature, and the identity will immediately appear. "The descent from the path to the stream was a mere precipice, with here and there a projecting fragment of granite, or a scathed tree, which had warped its twisted roots into the fissures of the rock, on the right hand the mountain rose above the path with almost equal inaccessibility; but the hill on the opposite side displayed a shroud of copsewood, with which some pines were intermingled." The vale of Glencoe is situated in the northern part of Argyllshire, district of Lorn, and traversed by the military road between Fort William and Tyndrum It opens to the north of the solitary little inn called the King's House, and extends, in a north-westerly direction, to Ballachelish, or Ballachulish, on a